Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“You’re light tonight,” Voss said, looking around at the women.
I knew Vi and Layna by sight.
But if I had to guess, the pretty blonde in the back was probably Gracie. They’d told me she was sort of beachy and preppy, which fit the girl with the golden tan, big smile, cut-off jeans and happy yellow tank top.
Next to her on one side was a woman with somewhat darker skin, a gorgeous face, glasses, and her curly hair pulled up into a clip.
Luna, judging by the fact that she had a book and what seemed to be an e-reader tucked under her arm.
On Gracie’s other side was a tall, elegant woman in gray slacks and a white blouse, with similar golden-toned skin like Luna, but lighter hair.
Voss had mentioned some “boss chick” named Willa. I figured she seemed to fit the bill.
“Well, Billie, Danny, Holly, Andi, and Lou are all lame old ladies home with their annoyingly perfect for them husbands,” Layna declared. “Kit and Ariah will be dropping in after they finish filming.”
“Hope working?” Voss asked.
If I hadn’t been looking, I might have missed the way a smile tugged at both Luna’s and Vi’s faces before they banked them down.
“Yes, working,” Vi lied, and I was curious if they would give me the scoop, if they were keeping some girl secret for their friend.
“Alright. I’m gonna go have a drink with the guys at Redemption,” Voss said. “I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
With that, he was gone.
As ridiculous as it was, I swear I felt a little pang. Like I was going to, you know, miss him.
That was so foreign to me that I almost wanted to laugh at the very idea. I mean, I’d never missed a boyfriend, not even after getting dumped unceremoniously.
“What do we have here?” Sully’s voice called, coming in from the prospect room in a yellow Hawaiian shirt with big green palm fronds all over it. “A girls night?” he asked, clapping his hands, then rubbing them together.
“Yes. And you’re not a girl,” Vi reminded him, but it was clear from the warmth in her eyes that she was totally going to let him join.
“He enjoys shitty rom-coms, if that helps any,” I supplied.
“I take objection to that. Only some of them are shitty,” he declared, smiling that boyish smile of his that had both Gracie and Luna watching him with curious eyes.
“This is Gracie and Luna. Both princesses too,” Layna explained, and there was a silent So they’re off-limits to her words. “And Willa is not a princess, but her dad is a friend to the club. Guys, this is Sully. The new prospect. Who is an atrocious card player, but a graceful loser, so we can’t hold it against him. And, apparently, he likes romance. So, Luna, you two should get along.”
“He also cooks,” I supplied, kind of enjoying having a little inside knowledge about him. It made me feel like I had something to offer this group.
“Cooks as in… microwaves?” Vi asked, dubious.
“No like with pots and pans and spatulas and seasoned Dutch ovens,” Sully told them.
“I mean… I could go for some real food,” Vi said.
“We just had tacos an hour ago,” Willa said.
“So?” Vi asked.
“We have leftovers from dinner,” Sully offered, leading Vi into the kitchen.
“So,” Gracie said, turning to me, all smiles. “You’re Sylvie.”
“That’s me,” I agreed.
“I’d like to say that we’ve heard so much about you, but, well, Voss isn’t exactly a big talker,” Gracie said, coming over and dropping down into the chair beside the couch I was on.
“You know, he can be sometimes,” I told them, smiling at their dubious looks. “No, really.”
“Well, maybe with you, but I think the most words I’ve ever heard him speak all at once was like ten. Tops,” Gracie said.
“He called you a sweetheart,” I told her, watching as her lips fell open and her eyes went all gooey.
“He did?” she asked, pressing a hand to her heart.
“What’d he say about me?” Layna asked.
“That you are a killer poker player. And that Luna loves books and is quieter. And Willa is a, well, I think he may have called you a ‘boss bitch,’ or something akin to that.”
“He’s not wrong,” Layna said, shrugging.
“He didn’t mention Kit and Ariah, though,” I said, remembering the women they’d claimed would be by after they finished ‘filming.’
“Oh, that’s probably because they are newer in town,” Gracie said. “Kit is Seth’s sister.”
“Seth… the biker? The one who shoots really well?” I asked. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with him, but he’d been around.
“That’s him. And then Ariah is, hmm, this is sort of complicated. So Ariah’s dad, Tig, is a private investigator. Who is a friend of the club. But her mom is Kenzi who is Willa’s mom’s sister,” she explained. “I know. It’s a lot,” she said, nodding at my perplexed look.